In the scene, mountain after mountain, large and small, fell from the void like demonic peaks, bearing down on the twenty tiger-headed stone statues. A heavy, sucking force surrounded the passage, so all the Celestial-level experts could do was walk as they fought. Normally, under such crushing gravity, the falling mountains should have sped up as they descended.
But beneath the heavy, rapid drumbeats, and buffered by wave after wave of sound, the falling peaks slowed sharply. By the end, they even hung suspended in the void, a bizarre sight.
A beastly growl rose from the Iron-Crowned elder's throat. His body crackled, and in the blink of an eye, his upper half turned into a gray rhinoceros. He blurred forward, charging the tiger-headed statues alongside the Sword Qi Wu Xuejiao had unleashed. Yet within the dense, solid-seeming sound waves, their speed continued to diminish.
At the same time, Zhong Xun's demonic blade and the seven differently colored orbs that appeared around Luo Ping'er struck outward in all directions, all at once.
Though the members of this small team each had their own thoughts, faced with a common enemy, they displayed unprecedented unity.
But despite the Celestial-level experts attacking one after another, the statues stood firm, utterly unaffected.
Their expressions grew grave. As Wu Xuejiao continued to unleash fierce Sword Qi, her gaze kept drifting toward the rear. If they couldn't overcome these tiger-headed statues, the way back would be their only route.
But when Wu Xuejiao glanced back, her face suddenly darkened. At some point, the passage they had just broken through together had closed again.
Luo Ping'er's eyes flickered. The passage's closure seemed to bear traces of human control. Clearly, someone intended to trap them all here and kill them. Still, Luo Ping'er wasn't especially surprised. Even this situation